Today was the first day it hit me. We were really going to do this. We were going to pack up our lives and move to the big apple. the city that never sleeps. the fashion capital of the world...As I looked around the piles of clothes I was sorting, a pang of sadness replaced the excitement that I’d been feeling since the move had been confirmed. Sadness at leaving the family I loved, the friends I enjoyed and a life that was well… pretty fantastic.
new york, new york
|Leasing... leaving our home, Port Melbourne*|
On the weekends, I catch up with my friends, usually over food, wine and conversations punctuated with lots of laughter. I go indoor rock climbing one night a week to gossip with a good friend, the gym twice a week to burn off the chocolate I eat and on the weekends, I escape out of my inner city comfort zone and ride my horse. And I’m leaving it all… except my job and my husband that is. One is waiting for me over there and the other is coming with me to hold my hand.
So back to the move. We are expanding our horizons. Working out if we can make it in the big pond. Or the big city over the other side of the big pond anyway. Bottom line is, we’re messing up what we have to see if we can make it better in the future. What’s life about if it’s not an adventure to be lived to the fullest?!
From Melbourne, with love xox
* Photo by my fabulous mother in law